![]() Ahmad Al-Khatat. He was born in Baghdad on May 8th (1989). From Iraq, he came to Canada at the age of 10, the same age when he wrote my very first poem back in the year 2000. He also Ahmad has been published in several press publications and his insightful. And he currently studies Political Sciences, and move on to study Journalism at the Concordia University in Montreal. DUE TO MY COLOR SKIN… I wake up alarming of The sun begets me lightless. I walk with one-foot in Grave, weak to find a mate. I am a guard fencing In an observant civilization. I fail in Cheerfulness, Facing my tearful bleakness. Due to my color skin, Unmentionable as one being. I write slant rhyme, Amongst the loner villains. I renounce old times, Onto my beloved generosity. CHRISTMAS MELANCHOLY… Joys faces arises more During Christmas days Selfishness and hatred Dollars fly away easily Widow stays by tears Couple decor the tree Orphan sees the snow Rich steals of homeless Dreams melt with snow Death hid above wishes Hopes die with bombs Refuges breath of blood Santa weeps and weeps Syria kids thing of space They have no more land For Santa to come now Santa cries and cries Kids in Iraq forget him Isis creates their own Fearful and terrifying Santa drink and drink Kids in Palestine died Israeli makes his own Stingy to give a penny Foundations shut down African kids blame God Their tears are now blood Humanity still shopping Youth smoke illegal drugs No mind to buy the grace Youth drink visible Cancer Without seeking the wisdom In exile, Everyone does a gift exchange In homeland, Everyone shares one slice of bread… FREEDOM ON EARTH… As one immigrant, I always seek for Freedom in exile. I thought it was In a can or frozen Food, or a liquor. So many confusions, A few long questions, Nobody have the facts. I did math with letters, I got Aero in percentage, Joy versus grief in numbers. I read the moon diary, From the sun rays to Find the answers I need it. The freedom on earth, It’s becoming a nightmare, Humans are now animals. Teenagers are growing fast, Adults are falling in depression, Parents are walking separate it. Keep up with the Kardashians, Your dream to be Kim or Khloe, Learn from their lives and live. Freedom it’s a new religion, With a holy magazine of Playboy, Awful fantasies are the prayer. The pastor of church weeps, The nun become one striper, The sinner owns Jesus Chris. The devil win over freedom, Fighters kill their own relatives, No mercy to baby breast milking. The poet writes and nobody read, The homeless attend all funerals, And the poems die in bible verses. The freedom on earth it’s a miracle, The magicians cannot change it, As long as humans run carelessly.
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